歌词
My Jesus sandals are missing
I think I left them at the back of the stage
With the angry divorcee
Who was trying to help me get away
♪
They were like sleds made of gentle leather
They would always carry me safely through
I don't wanna put back on my boots
I don't wanna, but I'm gonna put on my boots
♪
And this really is no hoax
My toenails are buried and not breathing
Bending, yellow, and coarse
I don't wanna put back on my boots
I don't wanna, but I'm gonna put on my boots
♪
My Jesus sandals are missing
And what am I supposed to do?
A guru with no sandals
Stuck in Houston talking to you